With my thoughts still swirling, I decide to go outside. I am greeted unceremoniously by the day. The sun is shining and I am taken back by the new ambient noise print. The hum of computer fans has slithered under a rock...I faintly discern a singing bird in the distance. I glance up awkwardly to the sky. The clouds drift by at a snails pace, yet they appear to be in no hurry. I admit to being envious, but then it occurred to me that I am always in a hurry but at the same time I acheive little. This revelation does nothing to improve my foul mood, but at least the fresh air tastes good. I invite it to blow the stink off me.